And I don’t know if I will be anytime soon. I’m having such a hard time with everything that I barely know myself anymore. I don’t know what I like, what I hate, what makes me cringe, what makes me feel all warm and giggly inside. Nothing. I’m not sure of myself anymore.
I’ve reached that point of my life where I ask myself, “what’s my purpose here?” It always concludes towards nothingness, leading to mental breakdowns. Recently it’s as if I can’t be enough to be myself anymore. It’s not that there’s a missing part of me, but it appears as if whatever form of life or energy I used to have… has been sucked out of me now that all I’m left with are the ashes and dust that’ll collect and will be useless.
I’m not happy. I’m not content. I’m not satisfied. And I’m not sure what I should do.
Reasons to love Bangtan → their obviously superior dancing (part 2)
I gave wrong people the right pieces of me.
R.I.P. The 2976 American people that lost their lives on 9/11 and R.I.P. the 48,644 Afghan and 1,690,903 Iraqi and 35000 Pakistani people that paid the ultimate price for a crime they did not commit